117: Chapter 117 Beirut's Strength!
Bloodridge Continent. Wilderness.
"Take this strike from me!"
Beirut did not unleash any flashy ultimate moves.
He simply raised the black staff and smashed it down upon him.
There was no dazzling light.
Nor was there any earth-shattering momentum.
But along the trajectory of the black staff's descent, space completely collapsed, forming a pitch-black abyss a thousand meters long.
It could not be dodged.
Under the lockdown of Willpower, any evasive maneuver was futile.
He could only withstand it head-on.
"Ah—"
Allen Dawson let out a wild roar.
The Divine Power of Fire within his body burned crazily.
His Physical Body, at the level of a sovereign artifact, was pushed to the limit.
The zhan tian sword swung upwards to meet the black staff.
Bang!
The dull sound of impact struck directly at the Soul.
Allen felt as if he were a baseball struck by a giant hammer.
His entire body flew backward at a speed exceeding the limits of vision, smashing directly into the ground.
Rumble.
The earth trembled.
A canyon a hundred meters wide and bottomless was forcefully smashed out by him.
Underground water veins ruptured, gushing into the sky mixed with soil.
Intense pain.
His internal organs were churning violently.
If not for his Physical Body at the level of a sovereign artifact protecting him.
This single strike would have been enough to grind any Asura into meat paste.
On the other side.
Beirut stood in mid-air, his brows knitted together.
Although he had only used half his strength in that strike just now.
But with the augmentation of Willpower, killing a Peak Asura was no different from killing a chicken.
This kid actually withstood it?
Splash.
A mudslide exploded from the ruins.
Allen shot into the sky.
His robes were tattered, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.
But his eyes were terrifyingly bright.
"Exhilarating!"
"Come again!"
Allen laughed out loud.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, turning into a crimson meteor as he charged at Beirut once more.
Countless deductions regarding the Laws of Fire spun crazily in his mind.
Ninety-nine percent.
That imperceptible barrier began to loosen under the heavy pressure of Willpower.
Scorching heat.
Profound Mystery of Explosion.
Flame Space.
Every Profound Mystery was attempting to find the ultimate point of convergence under this extreme pressure.
"Madman."
Beirut cursed inwardly.
The black staff danced into a pitch-black storm.
Every strike carried the power to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.
The two engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand fight in the wilderness.
There was no flashy magical bombardment.
Only the purest collision of weapons.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The dense sounds of impact merged into one.
The sky was filled with black spatial rifts.
The first day.
Allen was completely suppressed.
He was like a punching bag, smashed from the sky to the ground by Beirut, then flicked from the ground back into the sky.
His Physical Body, at the level of a sovereign artifact, began to show bruises, and his bones emitted a teeth-grinding friction sound.
But he did not retreat.
Every time he was repelled, he would counterattack with an even fiercer posture.
He was adapting.
Adapting to the rhythm of Willpower.
Adapting to that crushing force of absolute power.
The second day.
Allen's attack rhythm changed.
He no longer blindly resisted head-on.
The trajectory of the zhan tian sword became eerie and unpredictable.
Extinction.
Soul attacks were mixed into the material attacks.
A transparent ripple spread along the black staff towards Beirut.
"Hmm?"
Beirut's mind swayed slightly.
His Soul defense, at the level of a sovereign artifact, instantly blocked this attack.
But he was still startled internally.
This kid's Soul attacks were actually this strong?
If it weren't for his Soul-defending sovereign artifact, he would have suffered a hidden loss just now, even with Willpower.
"Kid, you really have quite a few trump cards."
Beirut sneered.
The power on the black staff increased by another notch.
The third day.
The battle reached a white-hot stage.
The surrounding landscape had been completely altered.
Continuous mountain ranges were beaten into basins, and basins were beaten into abysses.
Allen's breathing became as heavy as a bellows.
His whole body was covered in bloody wounds.
Even his recovery ability, at the level of a sovereign artifact, could not keep up with this high-intensity destruction.
His Divine Power was about to run dry.
His physical stamina was also nearing its limit.
But his spirit was excited to the Peak.
That thread of a Bottleneck.
That last thread of a barrier that had stuck him for over thirty years.
On the edge of life and death.
Under the repeated crushing of Willpower.
Finally became as thin as a layer of window paper.
"Just a little bit..."
Allen gritted his teeth until they shattered.
His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the black staff Beirut was smashing down.
The operational trajectory of the Laws of Fire became clearly visible.
"Fusion. Fuse for me!"
Allen drained the last bit of Divine Power in his body.
The zhan tian sword erupted with unprecedented light, slashing upwards to meet the black staff.
Boom!
A violent explosion detonated in mid-air.
Allen was like a star falling over the Bloodridge Continent.
That blinding light made God-level Experts millions of miles away unable to help but close their eyes.
The light dissipated.
Allen lay sprawled at the bottom of the large crater filled with scorched earth.
His chest heaved violently, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
And the zhan tian sword was stuck in the soil not far away.
Beirut slowly descended from the sky.
Landing at the edge of the crater.
He also put away the black staff in his hand.
But the look in his eyes when he looked at Allen was like looking at a monster.
Three days and three nights.
Enduring the bombardment of 0.8 portions of Willpower.
This kid actually lasted three days and three nights.
Even a sovereign artifact should have been beaten out of shape, right?
"How is it?"
Beirut looked down at Allen from above.
His tone was filled with undisguised appreciation.
"Failed. Still couldn't take that final step."
Looking at the gray sky.
Allen couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The pressure was indeed enough.
That layer of window paper was indeed thin to the extreme.
But just at the moment it was about to be pierced.
His Divine Power and physical stamina collapsed first; it was just that little bit short.
"Don't be ungrateful. If Great Perfection were so easy to break through to, they would be running all over Hell."
Beirut shook his head.
He took out a jade bottle from his space ring.
He casually tossed it into the bottom of the crater, hitting Allen on the chest.
"sovereign force, hurry up and recover. Don't die on my Youlan Prefecture's territory; I won't take the blame for that."
Allen was slightly stunned.
Using sovereign force to recover from injuries?
This is too extravagant!
However.
Thinking of Beirut's status.
Allen felt it was only natural.
He pulled out the bottle stopper, took out a drop of sovereign force, and crushed it.
Violent and pure energy instantly roamed through Allen's entire body.
The dried-up ocean of Divine Power filled up again.
The broken Physical Body also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A moment later.
Allen sat up from the bottom of the crater.
Although he looked very disheveled on the outside.
But the light in his eyes became increasingly profound.
Although he failed to break through on the spot in this battle.
The harvest was huge.
He had already touched the threshold of Great Perfection.
That mysterious feeling of the Laws completely fitting together had been deeply imprinted in his Soul.
As long as he went into seclusion for another period of time.
Digest the insights from this battle.
The Breakthrough would be a matter of course!